David Cronenberg’s “Crash” (1996, based on the J.G. Ballard book) is a psycho-sexual fetishization of the intensity of an auto accident as orgasmic transformation. Like the BDSM notion of pain meets transhumanism mediated by the devices of Detroit.
When my car was totalled on a morning in March of 2014 on my way to work, strangely I didn’t see things the same way. And that’s unfortunate.
I think it all comes down to support group, right?
Interestingly enough, “Crash” was shot in Toronto; same town as Cronenberg’s other old chestnut “Videodrome” (1983). I swear most of it was shot along the Gardiner Expressway or other points east-west. Practically recognize some of the places.
Keep it weird? Yeah, Toronto. Because Austin isn’t weird enough for this. For true. For true.